My guiltiest pleasure is a good romance story. Especially in my fantasy novels where they have supernatural ways of displaying their love. Hilary and I went to see "Love Happens" on Friday and the kiss at the end gave me the BEST warm fuzzies and I left the theater thinking, "Why can't real life be like that?" Well, if the movie went on past two hours, maybe it would show them sleep deprived, arguing over bills and/ or without perfect makeup and dialogue. I just LOVE love. I love the excitement, the infatuation, the giddiness...as a Christian, I know that those aren't true love. So why have I been so focused on them lately? Why do I dream about being swept off my feet and pray for those giddy feelings to return ('cause they've sure been hiding after almost 6 years of marriage, a two year old and a miscarriage)?
My pastor hit me over the head REALLY early on Sunday morning (went to the 8:30 service). He said that after 7 years his marriage was about to blow because of unmet expectations until he realized that his wife was just a girl (not the fulfiller of his dreams) and his wife realized that he was just a boy (wanting to fulfill her dreams but only doing the best he can). My problem is that I'm in love with my expectations. I love stomach butterflies and a gentle brush of a kiss on the cheek (does Jonathan even LOOK like a gentle-brusher...nope, and if he tried I'd probably scratch at it!). I'm holding on to my not-love. Love is Christ: selfless, humble, suffering...they didn't do any of that in my movie. My pastor was saying that we would be a lot happier in life if we put our expectations in line with what the Bible says..."In this life, you will have trouble...but take heart, for I have overcome the world."
So goodbye expectations of glass slippers and true love's kiss. I won't miss you because I am the bride of Christ. My real love has morning breath and my slippers smell like dirty feet. I change the most wonderful poopy diapers and rarely make it through the day without some sort of stain on my clothes. I am married to just a boy and I am just a girl but we have Christ.
I feel the weight lifting already.
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Amen. I needed to hear that today. After a {very rare} trip to the mall, I'm feeling washed-up, old and wornout. I feel like youth has flown past me and left me with a worn-out body that's lucky to be adorned with anything considered fashionable in the last five years. Could my husband possibly think I'm hot? I've been thinking not.
So thanks for being honest and for passing along a good word from the best Word.
I LOVE this post- thanks Kelly! I've been praying for your grandmother too! I love your eagerness to share your faith- that is a desire from God indeed!
Thanks, Kelly! You are speaking right to me. Thanks for being so honest. You are not alone :-)
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